Gypsy legend

We were like birds

when we still had wings

But a great famine

got our country in its grasp

and despair fell to our lot

No food for our people

no rice for our children

So we took refuge

and all of our people settled

in the wondrously beautiful valley

through which the Indus flows

were there was food, clear water

and grass land for our kettle…

But this profusion made us lazy and flabby

Because we did not fly no more

we lost our wings

they became arms, hands

And on one bad day, we could fly no longer…

Since then we wander

the whole world

Searching for our wings

of olden days